The classroom was buzzing with the sound of chattering students, all of them dressed in their summer clothes that showed off their legs and arms. Haruka sat at her desk, her short, messy brown hair falling in her eyes as she chatted with her friends Yoko and Chiatsu. Yoko, tall and curvy with long, curly blonde hair, leaned back in her chair with a smirk on her face. Chiatsu, smart and serious with short, black hair and glasses, was intently reading a book.
The teacher, a stern-looking woman with gray hair pulled back into a tight bun, called for the class's attention. "We have a special lesson today," she announced. "We will have a guest speaker."
A young and attractive woman with short, platinum blonde hair and bright green eyes walked into the classroom. She introduced herself as Candy and wore a short, frilly dress that looked like it belonged to a doll.
"Today, I'm here to tell you about a secret that some girls have," Candy said. "They are 'stuffed,' meaning that they have stuffing inside of them that can leak out if they get a big enough cut. If a stuffed girl can't stop the stuffing from coming out, it will keep coming out until she is completely empty."
The class reacted with a mix of confusion, fear, and disbelief. Haruka felt a chill run down her spine as she imagined the scenario Candy was describing. Yoko, on the other hand, looked excited and intrigued.
Candy showed the class a picture of a sewing machine that was large enough to fit a person inside of it. "This is the only way to stop the stuffing from coming out once it has started," she explained.
Haruka couldn't take her eyes off of the sewing machine picture. She imagined herself lying on the cold, metal table, with the needle looming over her. She started to shake and felt a tightness in her chest.
Chiatsu raised her hand and asked a skeptical question about the sewing machine. Candy confidently answered her, and Chiatsu started to believe that what she was saying might be true.
Yoko asked Candy what would happen if a stuffed girl couldn't stop the stuffing from coming out. Candy smiled and said that all of the stuffing would come out, covering the girl until she was completely hidden.
Haruka felt a lump in her throat as she imagined a mountain of stuffing covering a person. She started to feel dizzy and put her head down on her desk.
Candy turned off the lights and turned on a TV. A video started playing, showing a normal-looking girl playing at a park. Suddenly, the girl tripped and fell, revealing a line of stitching on her ankle and some stuffing coming out of it.
Haruka couldn't believe what she was seeing. She put her hand over her mouth and started to shake. Chiatsu watched with curiosity, but Yoko looked more and more excited.
The stuffing started to cover the girl's leg, and she struggled to keep it in. Haruka watched in horror as the stuffing spread and covered the girl's body.
Yoko couldn't contain her excitement and started to make small, playful insults about the girl in the video. Haruka was too scared to say anything, and Chiatsu just watched with a blank expression.
The video ended, and Candy turned the lights back on. She reminded the class to be careful and that what they just saw could happen to anyone. The bell rang, and school was over for the day.
As Haruka walked home, she couldn't shake the image of the stuffed girl from her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if she was stuffed too. She made a mental note to be more careful from now on.
"Hey, Haruka," Yoko called out, catching up to her. "That was crazy, right? I can't believe girls can be stuffed."
Haruka nodded, still lost in thought.
"I wonder if you're stuffed," Yoko said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Haruka's heart skipped a beat. "I-I don't think so," she stammered.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Yoko said with a smirk.
Haruka's heart raced as she wondered what Yoko meant. She couldn't help but feel a little excited at the prospect of finding out.
"Don't worry, I'm just kidding," Yoko said, laughing. "But seriously, be careful, okay?"
Haruka nodded, still feeling a little flustered. She couldn't help but think that this special lesson was just the beginning.
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